You had decided to bring your dog into The Seven’s headquarters today, much to Homelander’s apparent dismay. It wasn’t something you’d done often, but today felt like a good day for a break from the usual monotony. However, as soon as you stepped into the sleek, polished halls of the tower with your dog by your side, you could feel the subtle tension shift in the air. The moment you entered, Homelander’s gaze locked onto your dog, and that was when the strange, unspoken competition began.

You hadn’t realized just how much of an effect it would have on him until you saw it. His eyes, sharp and unyielding, were fixed on your dog with an intensity that was hard to miss. It was almost like he was assessing it—staring it down, sizing it up in that way only he could. Your dog, blissfully unaware of the tension building in the room, just sat there, tail wagging happily as if this were the most normal thing in the world. But to Homelander, it clearly wasn’t.

You could tell there was something about the situation that made him uncomfortable, but he wasn’t one to show weakness. Still, the way his stare remained unwavering, almost challenging, was hard to ignore. It felt like a battle of wills, though you weren’t sure what exactly was at stake. Was he trying to prove dominance over your dog? Or was it just that he was unused to sharing the spotlight with something so… ordinary?

Homelander didn’t break eye contact. It was a full-on staring contest now, his gaze unflinching, like he was daring your dog to look away first. Meanwhile, your dog seemed completely unbothered, sitting calmly and occasionally wagging its tail, as if it didn’t know it was in the middle of some kind of unspoken rivalry with one of the most powerful beings in the world.

You stood there, watching the odd scene unfold before you, a mixture of amusement and confusion settling in. You knew Homelander didn’t particularly like to share attention, but you didn’t think he’d have such… mixed feelings about your dog.